The Day Photojournalism Died

Mommy heard the most upsetting news today. School is not going to allow any more pictures to be taken of me anymore with my birthday cupcakes tomorrow being the only exception. They blamed it on the world's stupidest rationale-liability reasons. Are you kidding me?

With zero flexibility from school that means that you dear readers are going to be gipped of the pleasure of feeling a part of my growth and experiences.

Wanna know how I feel about the situation?

Potty Time!

So, for the last week or so I've been the reigning Queen of the Potty. What it's for, I'm not sure exactly. But, it sure is fun to sit on!

Mommy plops me on the potty and reads great books to me. Then I read then to her and play 'suhprise!' between the book's openings. Then I play with the neverending roll of toliet paper. All in all it's becoming a normal part of my day and I'm cool with that. Potty on!

Dinner Time Dining

Daddy picked me up from school today and decided to make me a lazy man's dinner. What's that you ask? Gerber graduate meals! Then Mommy came home and threw in some yogurt for good measure.

Spoons are for sissies. Drink yogurt.

And make a mess, it's job security for parents.

Crap. Dropped it again. And Mommy wonders why she finds Cheerios IN my diaper!

My version of a tongue depresser.

Note that the yogurt container upside down, just the way it should be.

Early To Bed, Early To Rise

4:30am to be exact. Daddy sound asleep? Check. Mommy awake? Check. Fun times? Check.

I decided it was high time to inventory my under utilized diaper bag. Good thing I did. There were wipes to count!

And clothes bins to conquer. Yay me!

You wonder about the N-U-K? Well, Mommy lets me have it when I'm sleeping and when I'm awake but Daddy is trying to sleep. I sure wish he'd take more naps!

Special Note To Anonymous

I know you are in the hospital this week and it's been a rough ride. I'm wishing you a speedy recovery. If they would let munchkins in the room, then I'd be there in a heart beat. But know I'm there in spirit and just look at my picture on your cabinet and think about how much I love you and can't wait to see you soon. We'll go shopping for cowgirl boots- in pink, of course!

I love you!

Happy 4th Of July!

Fireworks? No way, Jose. We live in New Jersey, silly! Land of the illegal fire works.

With Daddy home with a busted up knee, it was a quiet holiday on the K-B homefront. Sure Daddy did the requisite grilling, but it wasn't the same just the three of us hanging out and planning the BIG MOVE.

The day started out innocently enough with me taking inventory of Mommy's purse. Turns out that's a no no and I ended up with the 'big distraction', which is the doctor's advice for punishing unwanted behavior. Whatever. She needed to clean out that monstronsity anyways.

See all the great things I hijacked from her purse? Super fun!

I've been a bit rough on Daddy's knee so he needed a rest. Mommy and I decided to head over to Sayen Park for some much needed bonding time and fun in the sun. Well, the last part wasn't happening so much since it was super toasty outside and the sun shined brighter than it has in New Jersey in all of 2009.

It's hot in here!

At least the world looks rosy through my stylin' shades.



What, you say? It's just the glasses? Dude, look up- life is awesome!

Check me out in front of a plant that looks like it has snowballs in July. What a pretty background if I weren't squinting from the sun.

My great view from the stroller. Can't wait to come back when I can walk right up to the rail and poke my head through for a better view!

Super fun, but sure glad to be home with Daddy.

We're ready for the grilling to commence. Be one with the grill, Daddy. I'll be your cheerleader.

Who wouldn't be inspired with a cheerleader like me?

Happy 4th of July, everyone!

Mute Button-Missing

Mommy has been trying to keep me quiet in the mornings while Daddy attempts to sleep in and rest his knee. She and I get up early in the morning courtesy of my internal alarm clock.

We go downstairs for breakfast and she makes herself coffee. I love the smell and often try to swig from the coffee mug. 'Hot' means nothing to me and she has since given up on that life lesson.

After she finished her coffee this morning she let me play with the empty coffee mug. Boy, am I one lucky duck! She hoped it would keep me quiet for a bit longer. Oops!

Because Daddy has so many business trips, I've become a great phone talker and totally know how it works. I hold the receiver up to the phone and talk, then I wait for Daddy to talk back. I'm a pro!

Daddy did this really mean trick to me. He would sit on the other side of the room and call Mommy's phone. He knows that I'm not strong enough to open the phone and hit the 'on' button. Silly, Daddy!

Here I am practicing the best I can with my little fingers. Eh? (My version of 'hello')

Hmmm, it's not working because no one is responding to me. What's wrong with this thing?

I know which end to talk into but feel like no one is on the other side!

Finally, Daddy takes pity on me and helps the baby out. Thanks, Daddy!

Oh, and lest you think he is the most super nicest guy in the world. I have something to tell you! Mean trick of the day #2 is that he takes a battery out of the television remotes so I can't change the channels. I need to dig deep into my noggin and come up with a way to get his trickery self back! Any suggestions?

It was kind of a rough afternoon, so the tricks were tossed aside and loving Daddy made an appearance. He was much appreciated!

Show me how the phone works again, Daddy. It's scary for a baby to master all alone.

Hugs.

Just what the doctor ordered.

Do I hear toys over there?

All better, thanks Daddy!

Nighttime Escapades

So, it's 10pm at night. I'm sure you're asking why on earth a baby who normally goes to sleep between 6:30 and 7pm is still up. Well, I'm not still up. I went to bed at my usual time, but got all messed up and woke up with the sudden urge to party like a rock star.

Or a baby with an immobile Daddy. At least he has a water bottle that I can play with.

Mommy calls this 'gangsta with a water bottle and pacifier' look.

Profile time!

What? You can't see me under that hat? Let me help you.

Flying baby!

Whew. Just what I needed to burn off some of that extra energy. Off to bed. Good night, all!